He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. ’ I wanted, as I have never wanted before, to take you up, to make you mine, to carry you off and set you apart from all the strain and turmoil of life. Shari’s head poked out of the bathroom where she had been preoccupied with preparations for her morning shower. “In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. " "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt. “I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica; “I think I am. Be on your guard.
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